They say it could not
Ever happen again
But 500 black clad
Men in frame
Faces covered
Arms are stretched
Across hearts to beat
In hatreds chest.
No go area
None shall pass
IntimIdation
Yes alas
It takes me back
To Germanys curse
Where to shop
Before it got worse.
Fascism rises
In slow degree
Then its too late
To be free
Politics of hate
Rhetoric charms
Its foot soldiers
Stood in line.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Although the specifics are masked as are the men it sends shivers knowing the dystopia we live in calling it freedom. Have we been so indoctrinated as to believe we are free. A powerful write my friend.
Thanks and much appreciation, my friend
The pleasure is mine Norman
The image became painfully clear in the middle stanza, moving from an initial M.I.B. image in my head and then transitioned not so gradually to the SS and such.
thanks for red my friend always much appreciated, this is the UK at Dover
Was just viewing Attenborough's "Wild Isles" series. There was an excellent aerial shot of Dover. 👍🏻🕊️
Like everything today even landmarks are politicised
Aye. That would be true.
Good write N. There's 500 people waiting at that bus stop now. lol.
Cant move for people asking if no 7 is due lol
Norman, I wish this felt like an exaggeration. It doesn’t...not even close. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
spot on my friend, thanks for read much appreciated
Strong words Norman which are becoming so true.
Andy
thats the scary part, thanks and appreciation
Shudder to think what it could lead to. 🤔a great write
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